Quotes About Family

The 'man' from 'Sarman' relates to heredity, or a particular family. It also refers to the receptacle of an heirloom. The 'Sar' of 'Sarman' is defined as 'head.' In this sense, the 'head' is meant both literally as a part of the body, and in the meaning of elder one or master. Therefore, we may tentatively conclude that 'Sarman' means 'The Sovereign Receptacle of the Sacred.' Or, an alternative reading would be 'Those Whose Heads are Priceless.

Swords and Spears of Light appear in the Irish and Welsh belief systems. Many of these Gods and Goddesses belonged to a family called the "Tuatha De Danaan." Their name means "Family of the Goddess Danu." They arrived in Ireland in ships that floated in the air. Ogma, known as the "Splendor of the Sun," brought the Sword of Light from Findrias. Findrias is the cloud-fair city that is in the east of the Tuatha De Danaan world.

It's like an Irish family. They fight like hell among themselves. They want nothing to do with each other. But you throw a disaster at them, and they're all shoulder to shoulder and they'll do whatever it takes. They don't stop for one minute to think what their personal cost or toll is going to be in it, they just do it.

Children become triangulated with warring parents. Within the family system the children are used as pawns in the struggle between the mother and father, and in divorce the children are often forced to take sides. By having to choose between one parent or the other, they are forced into a situation where they are asked to betray one part of their heart or the other.

At its extreme, the Trust Survival Style develops when a person grows up in an atmosphere of abuse and horror. Children who witness or experience abuse are helpless and powerless. The horror they witness may involve family violence, such as observing father beating up mother, or witnessing violence in the community, as in ghetto situations.

For Paul, being angry meant that he was like his father and therefore "bad." Splitting off his anger and rage reinforced a sense of powerlessness but also meant he was unlike his father and therefore "good.

From 9 months on, either spouse can buy the farm and the other will be eligible for survivor benefits, as well as mother or father benefits if there are children, and the children themselves—whether premarital, newborn, adopted, or from previous relationships—will be eligible for child survivor benefits.

Psychiatry enables us to correct our faults by confessing our parents' shortcomings.

"Pray, my dear," quoth my mother, "have you not forgot to wind up the clock?"—"Good G—!" cried my father, making an exclamation, but taking care to moderate his voice at the same time—"Did ever woman, since the creation of the world, interrupt a man with such a silly question?"

I wish either my father or my mother, or indeed both of them, as they were in duty both equally bound to it, had minded what they were about when they begot me.

The educating of the parents is really the education of the child children tend to live what is unlived in the parents, so it is vital that parents should be aware of their inferior, their dark side, and should press on getting to know themselves.

John and Alan Lomax claimed alternately that "Stack Lee ... was the son of the Lee family of Memphis who owned a large line of steamers that ran up and down the Mississippi" and that the name Stack Lee came from the riverboat of that name.'-

The parental units take no notice of me as I make my leave. They are too busy having a discussion.

These are your children, and like it or not, they are your responsibility. I presume you got these infants on my sister like a man, and if you want to walk and piss like a man, you can damn well learn to take care of your family like a man, too!

He pushed her in. And then he pulled her out. All her life, Lydia would remember one thing. All his life, Nath would remember another.

You loved so hard and hoped so much and then you ended up with nothing. Children who no longer needed you. A husband who no longer wanted you. Nothing left but you, alone, and empty space.

It would disappear forever from her memory of Lydia, the way memories of a lost loved one always smooth and simplify themselves, shedding complexities like scales.

She smelled of home...as if home had never been a place, but had always been this little person whom she'd carried alongside her.

You could stop taking their phone calls, tear up their letters, pretend they'd never existed. Start over as a new person with a new life. Just a problem of geography, he thought, with the confidence of someone who had never yet tried to free himself of family.

I'll tell you a secret. A lot of times, parents are not the best at seeing their children clearly.

Lydia, five years old, standing on tiptoe to watch vinegar and baking soda foam in the sink. Lydia tugging a heavy book from the shelf, saying, "Show me again, show me another." Lydia, touching the stethoscope, ever so gently, to her mother's heart. Tears blur Marilyn's sight. It had not been science that Lydia had loved

Maybe at birth everyone should be given to a family of a different race to be raised. Maybe that would solve racism once and for all.

It had not been science that Lydia had loved. And then, as if the tears are telescopes, she begins to see more clearly: the shredded posters and pictures, the rubble of books, the shelf prostrate at her feet. Everything that she had wanted for Lydia, which Lydia had never wanted but had embraced anyway. A dull chill creeps over her. Perhaps—and this thought chokes her—that had dragged Lydia underwater at last.

That long-ago day, sitting in this very spot on the dock, she had already begun to feel it: how hard it would be to inherit their parents' dreams. How suffocating to be so loved.